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Текст песни:

[Xzibit]
Last but not least we off the leash
The Art of War reach for your masterpiece
Feel the release from the phantom bangs you
Snatched off put you in a frame and hang you
Comin at you niggas from a different angle
Arch Angel choke hold and strangled
Kay Slay the game turn the tables
Get cables, I′m Kane you Abel
Start bullshit, conflicts, labels
Man handled, murder, mangled
Life support cut short we hold court
In the street make a nigga sleep six feet deep
Fuck piece bare back doggystyle
Cement ya feet and hold ya down
Throw you off the bridge and watch you drown
Last one to laugh its over now

[Hook]
We′ll trade ya six and pancake ya loan
Break ya bitch and take ya doe
Shake ya Crys and take it whoa
Layin down the whole dance floor
(Break yourself right now)
Open bar free drinks this way
Walkin the West, possin the South
Coke can put these in ya mouth
Hands up jack the whole crowd
(Break yourself right now)

[Xzibit]
Break crash from ya ass so don′t rush to bust
Bitches die, cry, and lust for us
Damn it feel good to be platinum plus
Don′t fuck wit us cuzz we dangerous
Hold fans like fiends on Angel Dust
Clean get aways I get out the cuffs
Coast like a sailor you fuckin fucks
I done hand it hard to keep in touch
Don′t pop the Crys I pop the clutch
Pop one to ya mouth cuzz you talk too much
Way in over ya head you get played
Left holdin the bag like John Forte
Built for this all work no play here to stay
The rest get blown away
Built for this all work no play here to stay
The rest get blown away
C′mon

[Hook]

[Xzibit]
Neva seen heard felt befo
Wanna rumble wit us just start the show
Fill up the chamber let me go
Out of town before the shells hit the floor
Duck tape ski mask professional
Fuck y′all, y′all homosexual
Hangin on my dick like testicle
Pop you disappear, "Where did he go?"
Pop up some where in Mexico
Rotate relate respect the flow
Hospital bed you vegetable
Can′t walk can′t talk lettin you know
We hit the hardest ask ya ho, at my show
Seen her in the front row
To the back stage in there she blow
There she blew
Then send her back to you (hello)

[Hook - 3X]

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

[Xzibit - repeat 3X]
Oh no, X get drunk and fuck fo′ sho′
Please stop runnin yo′ mouth let′s go
Actin like you′ve never seen a dick befo′
All these bitches in here

[Xzibit]
Will the real X to the Z please stand up?
With my niggaz and my guns, not givin a fuck
Stickin ′em up at point blank range
They say the more things change, they stayin the same
I can′t complain
Type of shit that make you wish you was dead
Make you fight the curb, a stomp down on the back of your head
Blow it out like a afro pick
Attract bitches like flies to shit
Pop pills and ride the dick
Niggaz can′t swing this quick, I′m Dark McGwire
Bangin shit over the fence with Rottweiler
Listen, niggaz do anything for a dollar, even
killin they own, let it be known, it′s like

[Chorus - repeat 2X]
It ain′t safe where I′m from
Niggaz start beef never knowin the outcome
Rather be caught with it than caught without one
Leave it alone because the life that you save might be your own

[Xzibit]
I′m pullin pistols if you don′t break bread
Mr. Wrong Side of the Bed, only get excited for head
Now print this in your industry books
If it wasn′t for crooks you niggaz′d still sport the Jordache look
Hit the switch, front to back, side to side
Natural born killers never let shit slide
Never rely on the next man to swing for you
A rock and a hard place, duck between the two
And y′all bitches just somethin to do, don′t get it twisted
You′re easy like Sunday mornin and shopliftin
It go simple as that, I′m never givin half to a rat
I′d rather bam to your face with a bat
You get tied down to the tracks
Used to make a living cookin coke to crack, now I can′t turn back
This is holocaust rap nigga, overreact
and I′ma bring to yo′ chest like an asthma attack, ya heard?

[Chorus 1/2]

[Xzibit - repeat 2X]
Oh no, X get drunk and fuck fo′ sho′
Please stop runnin yo′ mouth let′s go
Actin like you′ve never seen a dick befo′
All these bitches in here

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

Intro:
Interviewer:
If you saw you walking on a street and a
black man were comin′ torward you
what would you be feeling?

Scared man:
Just one single black man? (yeah)
I really don′t fear that
You know but if it′s a group I′m talking from age thirt
even thirteen even younger than
thirteen. Yes I will walk across the street.

Interviewer:
Well let me ask you this...

Hook:
"I don′t want niggas soundin′ like me" -Ghostface Killah on ′Shark Niggas
(Biters)′
"I don′t want niggas soundin′ like me knowhatI′msayin′?" (x2)

Xzibit:
Yo we gettiin′ restless me and D.O.G.s
Never pretendin′ rather we sendin′ a very clear message
Either you with me or against me punk hit ′em up
Provide housin′ for these shrimp from the shells we dump
I′m makin′ ′em bounce other niggas fail to bump
Til we takin′ advantage of inflicting irreversable damage
It′s the long awaited anticipated Likwit MC
Bombin′ first cause I feel it′s better to give then receive
You better believe
Xzibit stays savage above the average
When niggas try to switch turn bitch for the cabbage
But see all that irrelevant it′s like tryin′ to turn a whore celibate
I dance with the devil for the hell of it
Burning down your lavish lanndscape on digital tape
Cause everything you rhymin′ about is actually fake
So make room for the legitamate nasty inconsiderate
Thinkin′ you rankin′ top dollar but really counterfeit

Hook

Montageone:
Niggas we null and void I get swole like a keyloid
To overload your system with rhymes for millenniums
To shut down artists with beats the deep closure
Battlin′ top rank for bank and exposure
So open up your door to me Cause if it′s closed
I′m a brakin′ in with some pantyhose
Over the mic
So you don′t know who I sound like
Executing those who record and bite to sound tight
It′s not permitted by the right
The Gustopo surprising these niggas like Benny Blanco
Remember me man? You thought I was a fan till I threw you in the back of a
van
Yo these Drop Squad delegates rhymes are delicate
I spit on the mic to get these MC′s pussys wet
For those with plans to clone me thee original
It can′t be done I′m digital (digital)

Hook

Xzibit:
Yo who wanna come see the hard rock?
The non stop green block yo whole block recieve speed knot
You need not
Get brave my bullets never graze
They hit close to home seperating flesh from bone
So better get off on your own bitch
Rollin′ chrome shit tryin′t to own shit
I was molded, after the best that the streets had to offer
The author of my own destiny
So I suggest you stop stressin′ me
I′ll find out when I pull my nine out and blow your mind out
Play a deadly game with no fouls and no time outs
Inhale large amounts of dojah forever ready like a soldier
I′m lock mode and shoot from the shoulder
And burn down your lavish landscape digital tape
Cause everything you rhyme about is actually fake
So make room for the legitamate nasty inconsiderate
Thinkin′ you rankin′ top dollar but really counterfeit

Hook

"I don′t want niggas soundin′ like me. On no album"

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

Intro: Xzibit, [J-Ro]

I really wish I could you know at twenty-one
youknowhatI′msayin′,he he, yo yo
[I′ma tell you exactly why I do the things
I do, youknowhatI′m sayin′]
Gotta carry the weight youknowhatI′msayin′
Go ahead
Yeah! I break it down like this

Verse One:

You see I don′t like to remenisce about the past
The lower class, no clout livin′ hand to mouth
Each and every wrong move the police keep count
make it real fuckin′ easy to get streched out
I was at the funeral when it all began
You know the painful transition from a boy to men
I lost sight of my mother at the age of nine
didn′t understand death nearly lost my mind
But see life moves on and broke niggas can′t change it
Age ten, new step family arrangement
at thirteen, I started gettin′ hair on my dick
And noticed me and my sister were gettin′ treated like shit
I would forever be hit with anything in reach
Then my father would proceed to go to church and preach
about forgiveness, patience all the shit that he lacked
Gettin′ jump when he said and the head gat cracked
physical contact was in form of a slap
at the age of fifteen Xzibit now hit back
courtesy of my stepbrother, who taught me to scrap
Left the bitch on the ground with her eyes on black
Ran away from the house of Teresa and Nate
Into juvenile detention where I built up hate
I don′t remember the date of the judical debate
but legally I was now in custody of the state

Chorus:

And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink
Say what′s up to Xzibit and I still don′t speak
I′m trying to contemplate the next move to make
Gotta find some way to release this hate

And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink
Say what′s up to Xzibit and I still don′t speak
I′m trying to contemplate the next move to make
Gotta find some way Xzibit carry the weight

Interlude: Xzibit, [J-Ro]

[Yeah it′s fucked up though man]
[YouknowhatI′msayin′]
Yo
[The fuck you doin′ in jail]
Insane man, I don′t know man, he he he
[Yeah wats goin′ on down there, gotta get out dude]
Yeah I be out in couple of weeks man
YouknowI′msayin′
[It′s popin′ man]
It′s cool yo fuck that
[It′s popin′ out here]
They can go on and on for that
[I′m tellin′ you it′s popin′ man come home]

Verse Two:

And that was worse then the treatment I was gettin′ at home
but only now I was fucked up plus all alone
My father talkin′ all crazy to me over the phone
Turned age sixteen now on my own
Started running with cats who carried gats cause they had too
with no hesitation lock load then blast you
Without a hastle we in a town of hicks
fuckin′ all these chicks
Sellin′ rock by the bricks
so we feelin′ like we mothafuckin′ Nino Brown
At the house when the mothafuckin′ man touched down
Screamin′ demands "Let me see your goddamn hands (now)"
A.T.F. cause of handguns and contraban
we never kept it in the house
So of course we clounded
Only found one pistol took us all down town
We be out by the end of the afternoon
gettin′ drunk on the strip let the system BOOM!
Who would assume Mr. QK would chill with a wife
Ty and Matt caught bodies
Now they spend there life behind bars
catchin′ scars that will not heal
niggas don′t know the half about keepin′ it real

Chorus 1 1/2

outro:

Like this
Like this, like that
Yeah! gotta carry the weight
Like this euh!
Bringin live
Yeah! yeah! like this
It′s Xzibit
Gotta carry the weight
Like that yo!
Like that yo!

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

(Xzibit talkin)
Listen to this, I′m just tryna do this for us
You know what I′m sayin, you scream at the top of your fucking lungs
Yeah, I′m just tryna do this hard work and get this good between us baby, yeah

Look, Samantha, Loraine, Monica, Veronica
Veronica, she treated my dick like a harmonica
How you think I learned how to twist it and turn
Ya back until it′s broke, make you feel it in your throat
It was Pamela, Linda, Keisha, Nicole
Had me fuckin while I was drivin on cruise control
Can′t wait to get it home and teach it all to you
Look I′m just tryna be the best, I′m doin it all for you
You know that thing with the peanut butter
My Brooklyn bitch said fuck untyin the ropes,
it′s faster with a box cutter
I know you love the way I′m diggin you out
But always wanna fuckin aruge so let′s figure this out
I′m just tryna make you happy bitch
Who′s there for you anytime you get in the mood for suckin a dick
I took the time out to find out what ya like
You bust fifteen nuts, wanna get up and fight
So look

(Chorus)
You should thank of all the bitches that I have in my life
All the experience I′m gettin got me fuckin you right
Never took time to see it and plus
All you thinkin ′bout is yourself, I′m thinkin for us
You love the way I beat it down when I come in the house
And all in ya mouth, the bedroom, kitchen and couch
You should thank all of the bitches that I have in my life
All the experience I′m gettin got me fuckin you right

It was Gina, Julie, Renee, Ty and Tammy
Made me spend some extra days in Miami
Candy, Trisha, Prescilla, Melissa
Showed X to the Z it′s better with three
Who could fuck your ass better than me (pssst)
I think not, hard knock the cock, welcome to my sweat shop
I pick locks made by NFL, NBA, NHL, fuck all day
You could say I didn′t do this shit
Unsatisfied bitches gotta go out and chase the dick
And that′s just not the thing to do
So I learn new shit from the next bitch and teach it to you
Now don′t you love it how I shove it baby (hell yeah)
When we be fuckin and we thuggin baby (hell yeah)
The way I hit it when I pump it baby (hell yeah)
And don′t I spit it when I bust it baby (hell yeah)

(Chorus)

I insist that we fuckin on videotape
Just incase a bitch lose face and try and call rape
If you know somethin that might excite up our late night
Got an open invite to lay us a pipe
Make ya head feel like your wet, warm and tight
I′ll go from all night ′til the sun turn bright
Two wrongs don′t make it right bitch, no need to cheat
(Pussy just a piece of meat, another means to eat)
Big Tray D told me that, as a matter of fact
You only tell me that you love me when you′re flat on your back
You wanna leave me now bitch, my fuckin feelings is hurt
Why am I the only one that′s tryna make this work

(Chorus)
(Tray D talking to fade)

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

featuring King Tee

King Tee:
Now let me introduce whose first
The nigga that′s been down
with the set since birth
Whatever it was worth
I checked in on the norm
Since a juvenile callin′
Shots in the dorm
Moms said you better get right
Or shake the spot
I chose to break and be a rollin′ stone
Like pop
Stashin′ the rocks by the gats
With the Gs
So I can talk crazy when the narks yell freeze!
I don′t fight the feelin′
Gotta hustle with a passion
Comin′ cross state to put you down
With some action
In actuallity I keeps it real in the streets
Remininsin′ younger days
Over gangsa ass beats
And I,
Hit the weed
Til myeye balls bleed
While my life is corrupted
By lust and greed
Serve you anything from cocaine
Up to speed
I came with the drank
So here′s five on the weed

Xzibit:
See kids don′t belong
Up in grown folks buisness
The Likwit niggas rollin′ through with a thickness
Sickness bear witness
Like tequlla without a chaser
It burns going down
Niggas guarenteed to drown
Legendary sound
From the west coast underground
The mighty King Tee
And Mr. X to the Z, see
Never underestimate the power
Of the X man
Dismantle your plans
Or just catch you with a back hand
Xzbit bring it to you live
With the know how
Cool in a gang
And ain′t about to change
My lifestyle
Catchin′ bodies in this uphill battle
But Xzibit unravel
Have smoke will travel
I bust Teflon rhymes
Into the crowd, bitch
You anin′t Steve Rif
So stop trying to get Loud
You need to pump your brakes to avoid the collision
Xzibit still winnin′
Unanimous decisions

King Tee:
It′s going down
Once again everybody lay down
Run your money and the jewels
To the front without a sound
The infamous supreme King Tee
Glad to meet ya
Derranged in the mothafuckin′ brain
Through ya speaka and hey
I walk around the hood lookin′ looped
Strapped like a mothafuckin′
Desert strom troop
Niggas be like "King Tila
How you get that Benz?"
By sending birds to Oklahoma City
To my friends
I slang my gangsta funk
Through the night
Sometimes I fight
Like I′m the ghost of Eric Wright
Compton is where I dwell
It′s like hell
Slangin′ the shit that got the smokers
In a spell
And all my homies live lives
Like crooks
Rich and infamous
Hoes wanna look but get shook
Cause we don′t trust you hoes
You′ll have a nigga fucked up
With a bullet through his clothes
Positively nothings positive
Negativity positively how we live
Positively nothings positive
Negativity positively how we live

Xzibit:
Ladies and gentlemen
Undivided attention
Xzibit get you open like Nicole Brown Simpson
It′s the...
Most dangerous things next to grizzles
Unsolved mysteries
Xzibit hit you penetentary style
Quick sharp and straight to the neck
I′m heavy on your chest
I′m all up in your life
Like stress
The coast that resides to your left
Whre niggas perpitrate
And catch a fate worse than death
And like Cyanide I′m hard to detect
Got more desighns and stragiht lines
Than an architect
King Tee chapter four
Verse seven reads
Xzibit shall come and break down humanity
Niggas lose ther′re sanity
Trying to handle me
Dysfunctional member of the Alkaholik family

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

Verse One:

The official representative, LAC
This is phrophecy manifested by X to the Z
Victory, strike a B-Boy stance in khaki pants
Never get along like red and black ants, advance
When your staring and this concrete that move like liquid
Like a nigga withouth legs, I ain′t tryin to kick it
To much to finish, a menace, without enought time
My mind only give punchline, you probably thinkin of the wrong kind
Cause if it jokes, nigga know
The kind that drop on your eyes, your ears, your nose, and your throat
I promote self-defense not dollars and sense
Kick it with scholars and pimps, you just the last part over the fence
Assed out in the open, while you was hopin that Xzibit was second rate
But I refuse to make; just another record in the crate
I think not, got bee-bops
I bring it to your house like pizza

"Today we are on the streets of South Central Los Angelos, a fight for
survival"

"We have people that are conditioned not to expect to live past age thirty.
They no longer. Once they no longer care they′re extremely dangerous."

Verse Two:

Stand at attention, make sure you keep your piece clean
When I release steam, police crime scenes to guillotines
Hit and decapatate the bird case, featherweight
Critical thinking, while you at water that concentrate
Xzibit crash the gate, heavyweight, box em in
Seal off the exits, then cut off your Oxygen
Xzibit run with a regiment of veterans
I only like to come out Late Night, like Dave Letterman
Time for some medicine, cause niggas bout to get sick
Callin me a hater cause I don′t ride dicks
Read my lips, we got problems like Bloods and Crips
Love the sound of clips when I know my shit
Chamber Music, this is for the ones with stone-face
That catch you at the right time in the wrong place
We unsafe, One-fifty-one with no chase and no ice
Take away your life like three strikes

Yeah, come on, Chamber Music

Verse Three:

So now Xzibit got a little money, I think its funny
How motherfuckers think I′m supposed to Cher/share like Sonny
Clarify, you don′t work you don′t eat, I repeat
You don′t eat you get weak, catch a fragile physique
Accomplish more in one day, than you can do in a week
The X-Man, Wolverine, one swing to make the cut clean
And the wrong things manifested in flesh
Fuck the game, I take the test, graduate, pass to the S-Class
Catch a roadrash, all you smell is hash
Chronic mix, bumpin the Liks
And dick you like a Hebron fix
Bear-arm from here to a hundred-tweny meters
Get black-walled, modern day Lee Harvey Oswald
The assassin, brother who came blastin
Take it without askin, rappers is all fashion
Xzibit keep mashing through
Got any lost words? I got two
Drive up, on you like that!

Once again Chamber Music, what what, yeah, what the deal? It′s Xzibit.

Get on the ground, get on the ground! Hands on the back of your head, Don′
Move Don′t Move! Get on the ground! * beat to fade *

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

[Xzibit]
(Yeah) I can drink a whole Henessey fifth
Some call that a problem but I call it a gift
Xzibit make the whole continent shift (hell yeah)
Invadin your territory in a blaze of glory
A soldier story, livin off nothin but instinct
Bitch niggaz continue to floss and lip-sync
And I′ma just continue to flow, while rockin the boat
Probably smoke three-hundred thousand dollars in dope
Don′t make my desert eagle barrel touch the back of your throat
Always approach niggaz that′s known for killin your folks
Be surprised who could turn around and bust on y′all
Catch your mother or your sister comin out of the mall
Bang holes through they coats and they Macy bags
No retaliation you basically runnin with fags
In these streets, you only good as your last transaction
Funny style, and these niggaz ain′t laughin
Y′all got it all fucked up in zero-zero
Think life is a video for "Last Action Heroes"
Face the price you pay for the games you play
When it′s all said and done at the end of the day, you gotta

[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Get your walk on, get your head right
I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead right
Get your bounce on, back dat ass up
Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up

[Xzibit]
Judge and jury, don′t get your case dismissed
When I get pissed and smash through the makeshift
Uplift, dump this, make your shit knock
Hypnotical hardrock that don′t flop
It′s the best thing crackin my nigga

Lot of rappers talk of flashin the trigger but don′t ever deliver
From the home of the toe tag, lowriders and body bags
earthquakes police with automatics and nerve gas
Learn fast or get left behind quick (yeah)
You testify, you get wrapped in plastic (hell yeah)
Xzibit turn your SUV into a casket
Mailed your body parts in a tub full of sulfuric acid
Drastic measures we take just to get by
for all the shit you gotta go through to get high
Stand by, do or die for the West coast
Wanna fuck with Xzibit but can′t come close motherfuckers

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
Tell y′all people to call my people
Recognize all men are not created equal
I′m lethal, all y′all faggots remain see-through
Only the kid from "The Sixth Sense" can peep you (DEAD PEOPLE!)
When I get through the world′ll be a better place
A little Jesus Christ mixed with some Leatherface
Go find some punch to spike, find some dope to lace
Pull a pistol from my waist, nigga reach for space
Smack the taste out of your mouth if you talk shit
or hit so hard to the chin it make your back flip
My transcript number one up in this conference
It′s nonsense, all y′all niggaz want is conflict
Only associate with pros and the convicts
Xzibit roll up in the spot with a bomb bitch
and then bounce with a couple, motherfuck a tussle
You never have enough muscle to stop a nigga hustle

[Chorus] - 2X

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

featuring Ras Kass, Saafir

Intro:
Arabian Voice:Doctor, Doctor, I need help Doctor
Nurse:Sit down and wait your turn
Xzibit: Sit your ass down

Saafir:
You have, scars in your mask like Seal
That ain′t for real
We′ll have to fix that, yo nigga sit back

Xzibit:
Your flow remind me of a nigga that I just don′t feel
Same style and delivery
Might as well have his grill
Pass the scaple, the alcohol, plants
25 hundered get you style enhanced
It′s like...

Saafir:
This, mask right will lift your grill
It′ll put height in your mack
Don′t take to much off
If you want a nose like Michael Jackson

Xzibit:
If you want it done right, nigga come see this
maybe even send your bitch
We can fix them tits
From a C cup to a double D cup
Make them big shits, doctor lick em, yeah

Saafir:
I like to, axe em, jack em for their financial
need a facial I′ll change the skin tone in the inner racial
After I′m done, you might have a little pouch tone
Nothin′ my scaple can′t fix
What kind of face you want

Singing Voice:
I want the kind that make me look like I can rhyme

Saafir:
It′ll cost you

Singing Voice:
But I can find the skrilla, if I can have that nigga face named Saafir!

Saafir:
That′s inposterous, plus I never cloned a microphone
What type of shit you on, I hope you got insurance
Before I sit you on my gurney
And lead you to an anestetic breather
If ya not broke, I′ll save your face like dope and make it right
Casue being fake ain′t tight
You need plastic surgury

Hook:
I hear the same ole rhymes, the same ole style
(It seems you need plastic surgury)X5

Xzibit:
I′m located, at, the bottom of the black list
I like to malpractice, complicate a surgury
Intoxicated, smoke cigaretts, drop ass in your gases
feel the utencil, knife is dull like a pencil
And what?
When a nigga place pussy get fucked
Without a kiss or a hug, like contaminated blood,
Transfused from a junkie
With the hair of Jones, I reconstruct the bones
Of all hip hop clones

Ras Kass:
I date fat girls that weight 215
With low self esteem, cause it′s easier to get the pussy
I′m performing vinyl liposuctions

Saafir:
Phat MC

Ras Kass:
Phat production, motherfuckin′ facial reconstruction
Needles injected 33 RPM of anestic for ? to require cosmetic
sex changes from bitch niggas to ra ra niggas
the only cure for sick lyrics is to implant a hit gimmick

Saafir:
This shit is full blown, you better head to the clinic
After Captain Save A Hoe, we had the luitenit
Operate get straight, we hear to seperate the fake from the classic
niggas get blasted if they plastic

Hook

Ras Kass:
I′m like Dougie Howser MD with a desert eagle
Criminal Genius
operation, seperatin′ them siamese twins hangin′ beneath them niggas penis
Take it to your face like a skin graph
rappers, I specialize in talent transplants (word?)
You want (phat) fat lips nurse get to college
And ten tons of stomach pumps from all the cum you and Richard Gere be
swallowin′
Now followin′ aks Vanna to buy you flowers
so you can C (see) I A (aye) E-Swift O (Oh) U (you) know Y (why)
We remain uncontested to the contender, we can
Million Man March all the way to December
January, Feburary 28th

Saafir:
I, never, wash my hands
The only rubber gloves I wear is on my dick
But I′ll split you quick
Like Jackie Chan, the way I switch my wristhand
I make ya sick, but I′m a doctor, don′t trip
Hopefully, in surgury, I won′t slip
on a tile that file and twist ya lips
Like Collin Powell
Descriptions I′m overwrite
For the ones thats over bitin′ on dental records
bitin′, to God, send your blessings
I′ll put your mask on, fast like Romidon minks
and bitches, I have, ? half blind in the paper, they named me
A Large Professor, a Mad Scientist, with a long line of clients
BITCH! GET OUT OF MY OFFICE
You don′t have an appointment or an application
For me to attack your face in my practice
Never lackin′ when I"m insurting these plastic patches
Seems like you need plastic surgury

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

Verse 1:
Yeah so it all comes down to this (what?)
Specialist with a hit list
Right fist bomb type M.G.M. fight night type (ding ding)
So when I hits in the stage we can Face Off
Watch me rattle your Nicholas Cage
Bring heat in ridiculous ways never compromise
Look into my eyes tell me what you see (what?)
Victory ecstasy maybe Hennessy
Energy wasted, enemies gettin′ laced with
That point blank to the face shit
Who you think this is
Young black bust a nigga ass strickly business man
Self disciple Heinakin let the record spin
Paparazzi all over again, times ten
Like thee original sin
I′m tryin′ to fuck it up for everybody
The hot ? get collect calls from John Gotti
I kick back like karate
Butter soft burn off and solid black Mazaratti like

Hook:
Get caught up in the game (it gets deeper then that)
No gain with no pain (it gets deeper then that)
Dyin′ in the fast lane (way deeper then that)
To the place where the motherfuckin′ problem is at

Verse 2:
Long hair ganja smoke but don′t be mistaken
I ain′t Jamacian
Find another chick to jerk
A world of hurt 9 to 5 puttin′ in work
Never rest put to the test get put to the death
Never the less only greater than
Trust no man
Soon to have the whole wide world inside of my hand
So I suggest you act right my insight like sunlight
Burn your cornea
Big bad California
To the Waldord Historia (c′mon)
N.Y.C. competition wish to some day roll like me
But all I see is capital H-E-A-T
I′m makin′ motherfuckers Run like DMC (run)
The Likwit MC is here to blaze a nigga like a fat one
Non radio bangin′ shit goin′ platinum
And keep slappin′ ′em with a Colt 45
While my Old English leave you broken down with a Crooked Ise (eye)

Hook

Verse 3:
Suck it easy Movin′ On Up like George and Weezy
You can′t stop it love it or leave it alone
Xzibit writtin′ more pages then the state penetentary
Full of well known villians that wanna come home
Never relax ain′t no tellin′ lay it on wax
Make it bang let Stever sell ′em and dip ′em in chrome
My nigga Bud′da chip off beats like cellular phones
Heir to the thrown
Xzibit bring the lead to your dome
Like a 3rd world rebellion squad on your boulevard
Protect they spots with heat
They kids ggotta eat to make it big in Cali it depends on who you meet
And who you sleep with
Might find yourself in deep shit
So hit me with your best shot
I′m lookin′ forward to it
You shouldn′t repeat it if you ain′t really goin′ through it
How dare you try to check the fluid
Rip the track chillin′ on your big plans like Wilsure and Farefax

Hook

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

featuring Defari Herut

[Xzibit]

Yeah, uh, what, worldwide

Yeah, Im forever, ever lastin, spread the wealth
Procrastination like masturbation, your fuckin yourself
So we gonna move on em quickly (what)
No chance to think about coming back
Chain smoke em, turn they lungs black
See I was raised to love black, but sometimes
Black folks wanna sweat you harder than the one-time
Never participate in dumb, def and blind shit
Plus I got my little man, so daily I′m reminded
The ride only gets rougher (right)
But I′ll be damned if me and my niggas suffer
Smuggle this motherucker with the raw shit, I′m blessed wit
Lookin at the world, burned for the young and the desperate
Showed heart, but got cardiac arrested
More than a nigga with an image and a press kit
The wreck hits, creates desert land, desolate
The whole intent to rock the shit, keep the herb lit

Chorus: Xzibit (Defari)

Handle your business before your business handles you
Mister X to the Z (and Defari Herut), one two
(Remain true, regardless what we go through)
Yeah, handle your business so you can stand on your on two
*repeat*

[Defari Herut]

Everyday I puts in down in LA, hustle in this
Assassin lyricist, serious, muscle in this
I call the bets, I know we got coordinates on more games to wreck
We blaze shows, never no Half Step
Tactics, B-Boys, no games no antics
No false images, no bullshit semantics
We planned this, for hundred of thousands
Reignin/Rainin on they brains with lyrics, from the mountains
Don′t contemplate what you can′t even demostrate
Defari lottery draftpick, never the second rate
Nigga who wanna hate but front like its all great
I gots no time for these emotional niggas, I gots to motivate
Moves to make, best rhyme straight
That′s for the old school, this here′s our year, it′s time to elevate
Handle this, don′t hesitate got money to make
Push maximum levels from the Golden State

Chorus

[Defari Herut]

This combination′s high calibre
Hatians stay amazed and confused like this was algebra
I′m scoutin the, best land for property
Never sloppily, picture someone stoppin me
>From gettin mine, line after line
And you wonder why I call these fake niggas Miller
they think they Genuine; I′m startin to shine, imported Italian
With a custom made Herut charm as my medallion

[Xzibit]

Seem like, I recite the same prayer every night
Watch my folks, make sure my dogs stay tight
And fully prepared to gunfight in broad daylight
Till then, lick it to the chin, let it begin
We could break bread or break skin; and watch me send it
Try not to break the law, sometimes I gotta bend it
And my directions, suggest for your own protection
You motherfuckers keep it movin like an intersection

Chorus

Serious business *scratched in background*
Fuck you, like that Mr. X to the Z, Defari Herut. Yeah, yeah right? *3X*
What, keep it movin like this y′all

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

featuring Method Man & Jayo Felony

[Method Man]

It′s the Meth in the house! Ha, yeah, break it down.

[Xzibit]

When it′s all said in done, we gon′ be on top
Cause we don′t stop, now, lock it down, hit the spot
and clown; Niggas relyin on special effects
While the khakis and chronic, got the bitches still breakin they neck
Move the crowd without breakin a sweat
Trend setter, with a Beretta, so keep it on deck
Cause you never know when Xzibit gonna move through the set
Don′t be scared, just be prepared and quiet as kept
At a night club, talkin bout you don′t go out
And you tryin to got to school and make a certain amount
But the last part, I just couldn′t figure it out
I guess its real hard to talk with a dick in your mouth
Lightweight, like confetti, steadily tested by motherfuckers who ain′t ready
To deal with the legendary
Soopafly, emcee, and bullett logo
Shot callers, clear the whole block like we po-po

Chorus: Method Man

Round and round we go, it don′t stop
Till we all get dough, c′mon, make it hot
Baby girl to the pussy pop, pussy pop
Lick shots for the pussy pop, pop, pop!
Lookin good with your stink-ass
Type of ass make a nigga pull it over fast
Make it hot, baby girl to pussy pop, pussy pop
Lick shots for the pussy pop, pop pop!

[Jayo Felony]

Well, you gotta pop the pussy, get rid of the next with a name on your gums
It′s the ?Bidulo Gang? bitch, we both want some
You got titties and ass
But I got a dick and some cash
You ain′t talkin bout shit
Then I′ma smash, bitch
On three, on me, bitch, you my property
Daddy Jayo Felony, ain′t nobody stoppin me
And I said daddy, bitch thats what you gon′ call me
I ain′t no simp or a wimp
I′ma motherfuckin pimp
Tear spots in my hoes, make they high-heels fall off
You got me ? the fuck-up, if you think I′m goin soft
on ya; I′m hard on my hoes that′s how it goes
Bitch, get up off your toes, and get my six-four
? My name, you bounced, so you might as well break bread
And only Dulo niggas know, whats the head
My name is Billy Loco and this is my opinion
I′m coming from SD, and Dulo is my religion
Be-b-b-b- atch!

Chorus

[Xzibit]

I don′t save or pray, or ? clothes
All I really wanna do is win the game, fuck hoes!
In Jamaica, at the Half Moon Villa, with a killa
And a cocain dealer, layin low from the law
See it all comes down to who′s quick to draw first
Pay attention, prevention, ridin off in a hearse
Mister X to the you know me
Thousand-dollar bitches wanna pop the pussy for free
The disfunctional member of the Alkoholik family tree
Frequently bang bitches, Wu-Tang, Killer Bee
Hennessey on the rocks, with Pina Coloda
At the Ramada, make you work hard like Donna
For the cheese, got you down on your hands and knees
After that we kick back and burn up some trees
Mad shout, cause Xzibit′s not the type to be treatin
I′m an Alkoholic and I′m late for my meeting
(Come on, Like that!)

Chorus

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

[Verse 1]
I′m a menace, to society baby
the police want to relocate me
they run up with gun up, but they can′t faze me
they wanted to come up, but they ain′t crazy got ?
Six train Chevrolet rolln′ without no top
got them hydraulics is dumpin and make it drop
California to Virginia, Timmy makin it hot
takin long rides in a G4 plane
X-Man to the stage got em goin insane
Yeah nigga got the world sayin my name
I′m bout to make a little change, I′m a keep it the same
X to the Z baby, run up on ya, hittin corners
Phantom platinum grill
X be the life of the party,
don′t be scared girl, reach out and touch somebody

[Chorus]
Can you feel the speakers jumpin
other cats surroundin′ but they won′t say nothin
Muggin in the club like they wanna do somethin
feelin kinda rowdy, huh?
Hey Now, Hey Now
All the girls mean muggin
cuz they musta seen what a girl pulled up in
In the club like they wanna do somthin
feelin kinda rowdy, huh?
Hey Now, Hey Now

[Verse 2]
Hey girl, look where I live
40 acres and a Maybach Benz
you wanted to party, but I got biz
this ain′t entertainin, I′m feedin my kids
On a 4-oh-5 in the car pool lane
Got to hit some corners, I′m ridin the cane
Wanna ride out to a island, and tan your frame
and just waste away a couple of days,
Holla back at me!
Look where I rap, make the crowd get loud like the sound of a gat
LA on my baseball hat, where they wanna ride up on you in that black on black
Move, betta, bounce like a mother
when brother got mass weapons of war with each other
X getting big, not ready to die yet, my militant mindset
got you runnin for cover

[Chorus]

[Hook]
I′m the life of the party,
I got a moon roof, we poppin up out of
Look at the whole world they talkin about us
I got a mean hook, to ride on ya body

[Verse 3]
I wanna talk a little, pick ya brain
wanna see you in somethin little, walk around the plane
I got a lot to gain, getting my record off the ground
like David Blaine
So now, what you know bout me?, I′m a self-made man from poverty
Now I own a lot of property
I pimp rides, lifestyles, and companies
Now let me spit you the facts
I used to hustle the corner, but I ain′t bringin you that
I′m like swingin a bat, run at yo kneecaps for comin out ya face like that
baby girl touchin my chain, now let me tell you who I ain′t
Bitch you can′t run no games, (A gangsta baby, ain′t nothing changed)

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

[Chorus: girl - repeat 4X]
Choke me, spank me, pull my hair

[Xzibit]
Cinnamon, with a taste of honey, it ain′t funny
When she walk in the room, I can′t help actin a fool
I know what she like, she act right
She act like she ain′t gon′ survive the night
without my dick all up in her ass, so quick, so fast
I see her twin towers and I′m ready to crash
Walk around naked witcha beautiful ass
Who the fuck taught ya how to move that fast?
It took time to perfect the stroke, by any note
Maybe we really don′t need to drink and smoke
And just try a new position, perfect your dick kissin
Bang on your G-spot ′til your (voice is missin)

[Interlude: Xzibit - repeat 2X]
I don′t want to love, you
I just want to fuck, you
You should bring your friends, through
I′ll fuck you and them, too

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
I work hard when I′m breakin your back, my lil′ nyphomaniac
Suck it, swallow it, down the hatch
It ain′t a game when she givin me brain, she doin her thang
I′m up all night but I never complain
I don′t, waste no time with makeup lines
I just, look in her eyes and read the signs
A lot of dudes wanna pull on her arm
Cause her ass and titties light up a room like a major city
Just look how she fit in them jeans, it ain′t fair
She get off too quick, when I pull on her hair
I′m the only nigga that can take you there
I ain′t the only one fuckin and I don′t care!
She come through with a couple of friends, a couple bottles of gin
And then, that′s where the party begins
And I′m the only nigga that′s around for blocks
Baby get on top, and don′t you stop!

[Interlude]

[Xzibit]
I know you love the way I′m diggin it out
I know it′s hard to talk with all this dick in your mouth
Menage-a-trois, for moi, let′s figure this out
I drink your Hennesey fifth, let′s work the shit out
She don′t gotta cheat cause it′s a waste of her time
She′ll never find another dick that′s bigger than mine
Hands and knees side by side, I hit from behind
Flip it up, givin a fuck, we fuck all night
Bottom line, when I straighten your spine
I′m gon′ find spots that ain′t been hit and blow your mind
Get in line, bitches stay on the grind, cause I′m on mines
Redecorate your hips and lips and thighs
Ain′t surprised you can be so pretty and be so nasty
Ass in the air like a pass to Grassi
It′s a, thin line between hoes and women
And close my dick with a hat and change the linen

[Interlude]

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

(feat. Ras Kass, Saafir (Golden State Warriors))

Ah, I don′t wanna hear shit
Get off ya motherfucking ass
It′s right now, right now, right here
And we bringing it to you live, COME ON!
Golden state, what... come on, what bitch
New Shit! Ha, come on, yeah Ras Kass blaze that shit up
Xzibit, break it down slam it, jelly roll

[Ras Kass]
Show me a bitch and I′m a slay her like Sarah Michelle Gell-ie
Rap star, trash tellies blow up my sprint celly
Dare me, I tongue Halle Berry′s belly
Show her a monster′s ball, fuck it you tell me
Platinum, heavy 22 inch perrelli′s
Jelly, it gets so ugly it gets scary
Haters act like under-age hoes so what′s really-
Can′t fuck wit y′all, paging R.Kelly (ooooohhh)
Oh, if the shoe fits buy a matching shirt
Ya nothing take ya face and attach dirt
Catch me and my niggas wit strick-9
Strictly constrict 9 triggas disfigure ya figure
Our figgas got bigger, niggas the same
Menace to society and y′all done made me Kane
Can′t extort us faggot, you bust we bust
In God we trust but we paying at dusk, biatch!

[chorus]
Don′t you think this shit is for fun (NO!)
Think before you reach for that Gun (Think!)
Look at all the shit that you started (yeah)
You bring heat but we bring it harder (sing!)
La la la la la la la la (Ha!)
La la la la la la la la (Sing!)
La la la la la la la la (yes)
La la la la la la la la (come on)

[Saafir]
Yella, yizzel, shaft shizza-lean
Fuck what y′all talking about, this shit clean
That′s why we filthy rich behind the scenes
Game spitters with helmets and shoulder pads on the hitters
Bullshit so far what this game sent
We here to burn it down open bar entertainment
Taking the work clipping the clientele on raw
Lactose intolerant but I still sell
Game enough to mash on the coach like Sprewell
Don′t salt there hoes flows ain′t got that sea smell
Overstand under surveillance, Ben Savage-
Can′t come to the town terrorizing we been Laden
Been beat heavyweight beefs and went passage
Back to the blockmates and it′s safe to unlock cakes
King sizzel makin′ bank, shake the spizzle,
We don′t make it drizzle we rain in the G-state

[chorus]
Don′t you think this shit is for fun (NO!)
Think before you reach for that Gun (Think!)
Look at all the shit that you started (come one)
You bring heat but we bring it harder (now sing!)
La la la la la la la la (Sing!)
La la la la la la la la (Yeah!)
La la la la la la la la (Sing It!)
La la la la la la la la (yeah)

[Xzibit]
Feel the adrenaline, feel the rush
The effects of the compound the ammo dump
Doc Dre don′t fuck with punks
We all thump like Maximus, stop fucking with us
Take a ride inside the home of hands-on hip-hop
Speak what you believe and hope you don′t get shot for it
Ghetto poets, show it if you got one
A hot one, with ass and rap like a shotgun
I can write to the sound of the sunset
Smith & Wesson, I use words as a weapon
Gun sling my dreams I rain supreme
And fiend for the next challenge, knocking you off balance
Look, I been through the worst, avoided the hearst (Survived!)
Starving to death and dying of thirst (alive!)
Here in the flesh, elope with the profoc-
The answer, the solution, the remedy, the anecdote

[chorus]
Don′t you think this shit is for fun (NO!)
Think before you reach for that Gun (Think!)
Look at all the shit that you started (yeah)
You bring heat but we bring it harder (Now sing!)
La la la la la la la la (yes)
La la la la la la la la (Sing!)
La la la la la la la la (Ha)
La la la la la la la la (come on)
[X2]

Bounce... Bounce... Bounce... Yeah... Golden State

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

featuring Montageone

Hook:
There′s no escape from the ones who harassin′
The reason for the illin′ is the reason for askin′
Now I try to school ′em on the killin′ and blastin′
But season after season they recycle assassins now

Montageone:
He′s too advanced for his own good
He didn′t get a second chance to see the glock pointed at his hood
Makin′ his way through the rain he′s caught in the game
He felt the pain of a slug to the back of the brain
Nothin′s changed in a city flask
Where niggas lurk in black shirts pants and low hats, forever
Until the job is done and no one′s left
My man Jeff told me with his very last breath
To watch moms
But they got her with the car bomb
Pop tried to save her second blast got his arm
Niggas play for keeps like casino
Baby′s has got fathers just got back from doin′ Chino
With nothin′ to lose loose screws in the attic
The only skill a nigga knows is how to strip an automatic
And stash the barrel stab a nigga something terrible
Death resume 20 kill in incredible time
No guilt and shame
On the mind stuck a nigga for lookin′ didn′t know he was blind
So I find
Mankind is a serious threat
To another others kind when there′s something to get
In a vet gonna fast jet to the spot to see what they got
Nobody saw shit cause it′s not
Cool to brake the rule of the code of the streets
Niggas frightened by the visions of the blood on the sheets
And it′s deep how blood drys as a mother crys
Open eyes gettin′ landed on by flys
There′s no disgues for the ones who harassin′
The reason for the illin′ is the reason for askin′ now

Hook

Xzibit:
I came from a family of one girl and three boys
Fuck playin′ with toys our fun was on the block
Watchin′ all the cats negotate the neighborhood stock
My job was to come runnin′ whenever cops was comin′
My older brother I figure was the ring leader
Whenever these cats move they all bring heaters
All black and nickel plated (c′mon)
Soon became fasinated bitches cars and kicks
And look at how fast they made it
My younger brother gave less than a fuck he was content
With G.I. Joe and Tonka trucks
But I want butts, livin′ first class delux
15 years old soldier ready to serve these clucks
My older brother was touched
It′s a game where you don′t play gotta have cane
Crack house for my birthday
The next day my brother shot in cold blood by the police
In a rage he lived but he payed the price
Caught with keys 25 to life
Takin′ in by the crew time to standed on my own two (c′mon nigga)
But as I marinated thinkin′ about the hood
I really can′t remember my body doin′ good
For long big decisions somebody got to make ′em
Undercover recognize the face now can′t shake a
Phone tap (what) and now I′m in the belly of the beast
Use to sittin′ in leather sheets now I′m sittin′ awaitin′ release
Visitors day, my younger brother came down
Put the toys down excited about the first round
He bust I was crushed to finally see
The solution to the problem could of started with me
It′s on now

Hook

@ Xzibit